My mother threw scalding soup in my face for saying no to her stepdaughter. “Give her all your things — or get out!”

Violet stepped closer. “Face it, Nora. You’re thirty-two, single, and invisible. Mom’s the only reason you aren’t completely alone.”

Her mother slammed the bowl into the sink hard enough to rattle the counters.

“Pack your things. Leave the keys. Leave anything Violet needs.”

Nora rose slowly from the table. Soup still dripped from her chin.

“Okay,” she continue reading …